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Andrew Sep 2020
I hear the ocean
and see the tears fall

collected in a bucket

standing outside my
This is one I wrote awhile ago, but I read it again recently and really liked it - sometimes your mind just really wanders in those late (or early i suppose) hours of the night
Andrew Mar 2020
She never had to worry about
Any of those strange things
That kept others awake at night
And pounded their doors

She always chose to walk alone
And tied her hair in a bun
So that others could see her eyes
But never know who she was at home

When she wanted to leave you,
Goodbye was never on her lips
For it was too good a word
But instead, "I'll see you later"

She never wanted to cry,
But always found herself doing so -
And she never wanted to be alone,
But always found herself so

She would give her heart away
Like a rain in the storm
So that others could feel
What she had loved so much

And if she could be free
Like the clouds she loved,
Then her voice would be heard
Among the weeping stars

But she would be written down
In some blank pages that
Didn't take up more than
A paragraph

For though she was here now,
Tomorrow didn't see that way,
And tomorrow never was
A friend to her
Andrew Apr 2021
I thought it was supposed to get better
but instead

it just keeps getting worse
mmmm life kinda ***** right now
Andrew Sep 2021
All my life is buried here:
beneath the sky
that I once dreamt as heaven,

I now state as lies.

Words are etched
but are slated with time
never staying long enough to be said

so that I can make it mine.

I wish to see you again
but I realize this isn’t how it goes –
for to have you is a crime

but to have known you,
is where the beauty shows
Andrew May 2021           I
supposed to be unhappy?

I think -
Everyone else,     is...
well -                          Life

is a drag:
I'm supposed to drink and
to myself
on the stairs

I'm supposed to hate myself

and my life

I think I'm supposed to,

Andrew May 2021
it is
truly not as bad
as what it may seem

and I
believed her
Andrew Feb 2022
Let me keep this simple - I do not
like my face, my hair, the veins that
pop and throb and burst from
my hands; I do not like my voice or
the way it sounds and scratches at
this air, this space, this empty layer
of skin and feelings that hang around
me like a bog. I woke in my ****, clawed
at my eyes to have them open; I banged
and shouted at my face to have it look
differently, slightly, highly better than
this but instead of doing as I commanded,
it stopped and smirked and smiled at me
with such god-awful bravado that as I turned
it barked at me from the glass bubble that
could so easily shatter, I know you - like no-
one else - and that scares me the most. I was
in a class, windows peaked open, and I
swore I heard a voice - it was my own.
I heard you, I heard you for the first time
then, but you did not say “I’m scared”, you
just told me, I know, I know, I know this
can be scary, but that is okay, that is
okay, you are okay.

I am okay.
Andrew Nov 2020
Any colour you like -
any piece of me
you see,
A shade so warm
in sunlight so barren -
I'd rather be blank
and drawn to be erased,
but here are my colours
in a landscape
painted and crafted
in beauty
Andrew Sep 2020
Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken
idk why but I've been in a little bit of a rut recently, just haven't been feeling like myself
Andrew Jul 2020
Beauty walks your name
straight to the end -
Even when you're old and tired,
you'll still be just as bright
as you are now -
Clever lines the curls of your hair,
resting upon your shoulders
and in the ears of all
who listen -
Because you
are beautiful
in every way
Andrew Aug 2020
I still love her
even though she's gone

I still love her
even though
I never really knew her

I still love her
even if
she never
loved me

and I will still love her
till I'm old and bony,
a bag of a man
left to rot in the dark
without her

Because I

love her
sometimes love is a one-way boulevard
Andrew Jan 2021
Be a kindergarten teacher
A Magician;
Be those things
That no one else would be
Tomorrow’s an option too
and they can be later -
Sleep outside.
Sleep with the window open.
Sleep on the floor
And imagine you’re the queen
That sails a ship into a thousand candy islands;
Imagine, imagine, imagine.
Drink coffee in the evening
And lose yourself in the swirls.

Be now.
Andrew May 2021
I poured some coffee on the ground

It's now on my feet

I don't want to write this,
but I am
I don't know what to write,
but I am

I sat outside today
and I got bored,
so - I poured some coffee on the ground

I don't know what to make of life
but I am
Andrew Jul 2020
I’ve been drawing circles,
The same ones
And over –
I’ve been feeling sleepless
Night after
Hoping that I can work the courage
To talk to someone
And not feel so lonely –
But like I said –
I’ve been drawing circles.
Andrew Nov 2021
and he asked me
Love - do you feel that for her?
and I, feeling my heart thump thump,
for the words to find themselves
for my breath to not stumble -

If we were to grow old,
I would gladly talk to her grave
until I was beside her
Andrew Sep 2021
the flowers

they sit in this air, chilly;
the wind
it blows, yet, just as the flowers move

I feel it upon my hair

upon my face,
upon my blue feet;

The trees they ask
Do you like how I move?

I ask the same

and I hear no answer -

I never have, yet, I ask
again; again -

There is a wind
and I feel it the same as
the trees; the flowers -
I feel this wind and I will feel it again;

when I will feel it again
Andrew Oct 2020
Hold me a glass cup –
Something fragile seems too tough
For –
Wash the remains from
The clear insides

I will shatter
If dropped
Andrew Sep 2021
I know they love each other -
I can hear it
from the room across; those

muffled, rambling
conversations -
She takes the time
to talk
and he
takes the time to listen - laughter.

I'm sure they smiled, together -

I know they love each other, because
I can hear it, from here.
Andrew Sep 2020
If words were your dress
then I'd be a king,
sinking in your dazzling brilliance
as people came to look
and ponder
over what you just
Andrew Sep 2021
Smoke curls from the cup -
it swirls and dances in awe

Sunlight shines from Her hair -

golden, golden -

is this Heaven?
I like to think
this is what it must be

I sit in this Sunlight -
bask in it - and I think
Heaven can't be as pretty
as this
Andrew Apr 2020
My heart mumbles your name
and my eyes long to see,
But everywhere
is somewhere that I won't
ever be

A song plays your smile
and my ears strain for noise,
But silence
is a sound that I
hear at course,

and Beauty marks my pen for you,
but I've forgotten how to write -
so blank
is the page that I weep over
Sometimes feelings ****
Andrew Aug 2021
as I move my hands,
happy, as I walk to
the door -

Happy, happy,
happy - my heart smiles -

I see it on my face.

I see it when I
see You. I am


         because of You
Andrew Mar 2021
Let me stand
in the sun

and I will enjoy every moment of it

Let me hear
so sweetly
the birds that sing
and I won't ask for another moment
such as this
Andrew Aug 2020
          has feathers
and                          love
        is weightless

as for me


none of that

               Dickinson said
              Lennon sang


                     I have no comfort
                            no belief

                             in what
                              can do

if hope has feathers
                   then it must mean
                       before it can ever

Andrew Apr 2021
I want to die free
and not live caged;
a bird
a bird
a bird is free

Why can't I
be a bird?
Andrew Aug 2020
I am scared of growing up -
I mean,
What if I turn into
All those things
That I’ve feared –
What if
I was to fall behind:
See the backs of my friends
So happily ahead –
I’m scared of growing up
I don’t know where,
I don’t know what,
I don’t know whom
I will be -
I guess I’m really just
I'm starting college soon, and it's making me really, really nervous and scared
Andrew Jul 2020
But to your front door
would hope walk the endless street
where dreams and terror
would collide to
see you standing there -
but insanity wracks it over
as day after day passes
and day by day I hope
to see the time
when I can finally look up
to talk to
Andrew May 2020
In the shining shimmering lines of the day
stood you,
standing above all that was bright
and gracefully leading the way

those there heard you walk
and stopped to cheer you on

for on your head sat the mantle
of someone who meant something
to those who needed anything
and you called on
and you walked on
with such blinding
in all that was bright
Andrew Nov 2020
If beauty is
what comes from a flower
that blooms,
then no winter must surround
your name,
no breeze could call you different,
for all those petals
that open to something pretty
the beauty you have become
Andrew Mar 2020
If I could be beautiful
You might look at me,
And if I could paint
Your beauty such as this,
Then I might know you

If I was king,
Who had land after land,
And a singer
Who had you in his songs,
Then I might have something

But I don’t have much to give
So I'll give this poem to you -
I'm just a man -
A simple, broken thing,
With not too much to offer -
So I'll give these words,
So I can try
To give you something

If I had the world,
And a thousand different days -
Each second lasting,
Hanging your pain or smile -
So I could be with you

If I was different,
Just enough to be like you -
Then you might adore me
Or notice me so -
And I might know you

But I don’t have much to give
So I'll just give these thoughts -
For you meant something then
Just as you mean the same now -
I don’t have much to give,
So I'll give you
All that I can,
Just to give you something
This is my first poem on this site (woo)
Andrew Jun 2021
I make my bed and brush my teeth

I hope it is sunnier tomorrow

I smile in the mirror but I still, cannot

I hope it is sunnier tomorrow

I drive somewhere, never knowing
why, and come home feeling

I hope it is sunnier tomorrow

I go to sleep and wake
only to find myself saying

I hope it is sunnier tomorrow
Andrew Apr 2021
I look.

The branch curls upward.

It reaches the painted sky
far above where
I can ever be.

The leaves are green
and have just began
to bloom.

It is beautiful today.

I smile.
It is very pretty outside
Andrew Jul 2021
I hope you find a flower,
one that's very pretty

It doesn't need to be
any certain colour,
I just hope you like it

and I hope that flower
reminds you -
you found this pretty

and that is wonderful
Andrew Aug 2020
My brain's a puzzle -
and my feelings

the pieces
idk, sometimes I just don't understand the thoughts going through my head
Andrew Aug 2020
I opened the well-worn pages -  
The scent of a thousand years
Crinkling in the folds
That my nervous fingers
Chapter after
Chapter –
It read like a river,
Streaming from the consciousness
Of hearts that knew
what it meant to smile –
but I was naïve,
a watcher from a window -
I read and envisioned
but did not understand
what others had so long away discovered
so frighteningly easily
Andrew Mar 2020
You had once given
My heart wings
But now you stripped it
And left it feeling naked -
You once gave me
Strength when I had none -
Let me feel
When I thought
That I couldn’t feel a thing -
But now you took all that
And left me here
With nothing but these words -
Left me with the feeling
That I couldn't be more
Than what you see
Of me
Andrew Nov 2021
I see myself -
cover my eyes,

a smile
surrounds my words
and I

am old,
but I am happy
Andrew Feb 2021
The flowers bloomed
And the shade was green,
Suspended in time
When nothing was wrong –
I should’ve hugged her then

Her smile was a tower
That led to the sky,
Tumbling and rumbling
Through the clouds of my mind -
I should’ve hugged her then

I would like to say
That at least I tried
But no one who ever died,
Lived long enough to say that
To anyone

I should’ve hugged her then
Andrew Mar 2020
I feel the knife
Stab my brain
My heart
And over
But when they walk to me
With a smile and a laugh
I can't help but to push it down
Under my own smiles
So they don't feel
What it is that I do
And I don't have to worry
About them being so down -
But the thing is
When they leave again,
That pain -
It's still there
Andrew Mar 2021
I want a room
with a piano;
maybe even
a chair

and we'll sit and we'll play,
we'll sit and we'll sing,
and we'll sit and we'll smile
'till everything feels
just a little,
a little,
a little bit better

And when we go to bed,
we'll close the top and think
maybe tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow
we can smile again
Andrew Apr 2021
Sometimes I'm happy
when I should be sad
and sometimes
I'm sad
when I should be happy
Andrew Apr 2021
We sat there

a divide between us

I didn’t know what to say
how to say it
or when to say it

so instead

I said nothing
Andrew Sep 2021
I think

I think I would be happy
with just sitting


next to you
Andrew Jul 2021
The leaves
were lime green -
it was a pretty colour

They swayed
and danced and talked
in the wind

Life was
beautiful for them
and because of that

it was beautiful for me
Andrew Jan 2021
I'm older now,
I wasn't before -
I could throw myself away
to hide myself
from what scares me
the most -
But maybe tomorrow,
when I'm an older man,
will speak differently
than what I can
Andrew Mar 2021
Do not fear her for her scars
or hate her
for how many times she has cried -

Love her
for she is broken,
respect her
for she has lived -
know that she is a mountain
that won't crumble
with tomorrow in mind
Andrew Jan 2021
and the only Goodbye
was silence
Andrew Jul 2021
They bought a house -
I hope they live there awhile,

perhaps till they're old

and someday,
when that driveway is cracked
and the door needs fixing,
they can look out and say

I know I lived a good life
Andrew Jun 2021
A star dances
from my window
and I watch in awe -

as silent as the night,
and as vast as this sky,
I am empty
and I am alone

but somehow,

I will continue to dance
Andrew Nov 2021
There is yellow on the leaves,
they shiver in this air, tremble
at the rain that falls
around them; it is a lovely day today

Grey hangs from the sky,
droops around the pavement so wet, rustles
the darkening daytime light
outside the window; it is a lovely day today

I sit inside this heated room
and yet, I feel the shiver from outside, I feel
the rain that hangs from this grey colored
sky, I am in awe at the yellow leaves that fall

it is a lovely day today
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